Sierra nodded thoughtfully, picked up a carrot stick, dipped it in sauce, and popped it in her mouth.
Cam wondered whether she was still hungry, or just did it to mask the fact that she wasn’t commenting on the performance. The more he saw Sierra the more he understood how carefully she hid all her actions and reactions to anyone not paying close attention to her. He was sure that attorneys opposing her in court were frequently left wondering how she’d won her cases, even though they’d seen her defeat them with their own eyes. She seemed so ordinary and bland, until he looked into her eyes sparkling with fire and intelligence, and heard her speak. Even in a casual conversation she couldn’t hide her innate wit and the speed at which she put the pieces of a verbal puzzle together and worked out the correct answer.
Damn she was a hell of a fine woman. And he wanted her so much he could hardly keep his hands to himself.
Chapter Three
Fergus was pleased with how things had gone so far. Neither Cam not Sierra had complained about the blindfolds or the handcuffs. He’d wondered if it was too much too soon for Sierra, but her body language had been relaxed and accepting. He was well aware that she was an expert at hiding her feelings, but he was a nurse and used to people faking their responses, especially big, tough, shape-shifter Alpha males, who liked to pretend a broken bone was no problem.
He could always tell. No matter how hard a person tried to hide their responses their neck muscles always gave them away. And Sierra’s neck muscles had been not at all tense, which was what he’d been hoping. Even now, after watching the show, there was no sign of a tremor in her fingers as she dipped the carrot stick into the sauce, and her shoulders weren’t tight either. So she definitely hadn’t been upset or disgusted by the entertainment and he was even hopeful she’d found it exciting and arousing. Well, time would tell, but his primary aim was a resounding success. He’d wanted to know more about her. To find out if there was hope for a BDSM relationship between them, and right now he was excited to observe that yes, she seemed to be in favor of the next step.
Also, as a side benefit, she’d just had demonstrated to her that ropes could be fun. Ever if she never climbed one again, at least her brain would now tell her they weren’t all bad.
He called the server over to their table and asked for the dessert menu and beverages menu.
Sierra shook her head at the menu.
“What, no dessert? I thought all women were genetically addicted to chocolate?” joked Cam.
“Oh they are, they are. I’m sure there’re two or three items on the menu I’d truly enjoy. But I haven’t got time this week to spend an extra two hours in the gym removing chocolate from my butt so it’s easier not to eat it in the first place,” she explained.
“I think your butt looks perfect just the way it is, and a tiny dessert wouldn’t change my opinion on that at all. I’ll have the sticky date pudding, please,” said Cam.
Fergus grinned. Cam was the only man he knew who could unite two perfectly separate conversations in the one sentence. “How about a drink then?” Fergus asked, smiling at her.
Sierra turned to the server and smiled. “Do you have any red chai teas?”
“Trader Joe’s Ruby Red or Zhena’s Gypsy Fire Light Chai, ma’am.”
“Either of those are nice. I’ll have Trader Joe’s this time, thank you.”
The server looked at him and Fergus had to remind himself of where he was and what his plan for the evening included. And it was a whole lot more than sitting and staring at Sierra, who’d just amazed him again by choosing chai when he’d said “drink” and had been thinking of one glass of wine or something similar to that to conclude their meal.
“I’ll have a brownie with vanilla ice cream, thank you, and black coffee. Do you want something to drink, Cam?”
“I’m fine with water,” said Cam.
“I’m fascinated with the way water has become the drink of choice for people of all ages just in the last five years or so. When I was a child, water was what a kid drank when Mom wouldn’t let them have any more Coca-Cola and they couldn’t bear to drink another glass of milk. And now, no one goes anywhere without a bottle of water,” Sierra said.
“I’ve noticed that, too. Everything from lawn chairs, to movie seats, to cars, have a cup holder, and no woman’s purse is seen without a bottle of water sticking up out of it,” said Cam.
Fergus nodded.
“At work, their bottle of water is the first thing everyone grabs off their desk, along with their cell phone, even to go downstairs to talk to someone else in the same building. We must be the best-hydrated generation in history,” Sierra said.